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There are these dreams which he keeps having. Most of them, he can't remember but he wakes up dripping in sweat and sure that he's been shouting and, for a while, he can see are stripes and his sisters' faces. His hands shake, and he needs a cigarette.
He's gotta wonder how much worse it would have been if he'd even see the women's camp.
It's almost noon by the time he's outside, still shaking, slipping a cigarette between his lips and getting ready to smile for anybody who speaks to him. Because you don't talk about these things. Because there are some things you just don't wanna talk about. What Joe wonders is this: if there's a way to go back to being who he was before the war. He told Shari that he hadn't cooked while he was in Europe, which he hadn't, because cooking was Joey Liebgott's job, and Joe had left him back at home, hopefully to survive the war whole and maybe he did and maybe he didn't. It's hard now to say.
Joe's thinking about these things when he sees sunlight glinting off metal through the trees. His hands automatically go for a gun he ain't wearing and he stands quiet and still and waits for the bullet between the eyes that doesn't come. It ain't a Kraut under the trees. It's a barber's chair in red leather and metal, similar to the one that was in Joe Sr's shop back in Oakwood, and, slung over the back, a bag of tools just like his Pops used to use when he cut hair and showed Joey how. Cooking was just one of the things that Joe knew how to do before the war
Joe runs his fingers against the back of the chair and wonders if it might be possible to go back to eing that kid after all.
ooc: Another NDPD post, with a twist. If your pup needs a haircut, it'll never be easier (or cheaper) to talk Joe into it. Find Joe anywhere in the immediate area surrounded the Homestead.
He's gotta wonder how much worse it would have been if he'd even see the women's camp.
It's almost noon by the time he's outside, still shaking, slipping a cigarette between his lips and getting ready to smile for anybody who speaks to him. Because you don't talk about these things. Because there are some things you just don't wanna talk about. What Joe wonders is this: if there's a way to go back to being who he was before the war. He told Shari that he hadn't cooked while he was in Europe, which he hadn't, because cooking was Joey Liebgott's job, and Joe had left him back at home, hopefully to survive the war whole and maybe he did and maybe he didn't. It's hard now to say.
Joe's thinking about these things when he sees sunlight glinting off metal through the trees. His hands automatically go for a gun he ain't wearing and he stands quiet and still and waits for the bullet between the eyes that doesn't come. It ain't a Kraut under the trees. It's a barber's chair in red leather and metal, similar to the one that was in Joe Sr's shop back in Oakwood, and, slung over the back, a bag of tools just like his Pops used to use when he cut hair and showed Joey how. Cooking was just one of the things that Joe knew how to do before the war
Joe runs his fingers against the back of the chair and wonders if it might be possible to go back to eing that kid after all.
ooc: Another NDPD post, with a twist. If your pup needs a haircut, it'll never be easier (or cheaper) to talk Joe into it. Find Joe anywhere in the immediate area surrounded the Homestead.